The Eyedropper is still looking for submissions for an upcoming post tentatively called "Boyfriends and My Favorite Cars." If you've seen any remarkable [read: ridiculous] gentlemen or cars in Santa Fe lately, send pictures of them to copyeditor [at] sfreporter.com,
I was heading home from a night lurking downtown when I came upon this monster lurking in someone's car. I would have left a note, something along the lines of "Do not enter your car unless you're completely OK with being digested by a monster," but, you know, didn't. I was karmically relieved of my note-writing duties when I realized the other pieces of crap in the car were some skulls, probably belonging to the owners of the car who were already digested by the monster.
Then again, the monster in the window could just be decoration—a way better kind of decoration than that car full of toys and bobbleheads I keep seeing around. You know who you are. If so, the owner of this car subscribes to some wise age-old advice: If you're going to put decorative crap in your car, make it crazy as hell.
